Today is my 27th birthday. And while there’s nothing particularly special about the 27th year of one’s life, I think year 27 was a pretty fantastic one. Crazy, yes. But also fantastic.
In my 27th year, I survived my first full year of parenting. 365 days. And I was mama to an adorable tiny person for all of them. My almost-two-year-old is still alive, healthy, and happy (well, most of the time, anyway…cue melodramatic meltdown of the day). Am I now a parenting expert? Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I think I’ve earned the title of “mom who finally has some idea of how this parenting thing works” in my 27th year. Success.
In my 27th year, I held down the home front while my husband was in Afghanistan for a nine-month deployment. Our house was still standing when he returned. Our child was still alive (see above). I retained the majority of my sanity. And I finally learned exactly who I am and what I’m capable of. Oh, and I made some crazy amazing friends who made those months a lot more bearable. Deployments have a way of bringing people into your life just when you need them the most. I’m looking at you, Kelly and Hannah!
In my 27th year, I had the sweetest reunion of my entire life to date. A nine-month separation really has a way of reminding you of all of the reasons you love someone!